So yesterday I was perusing the stack of old Playboy magazines we have sitting on the bookshelf. What, you don’t have a stack of old Playboys sitting on the bookshelf? Your loss.
Anyhow, I came upon the September 1967 issue, with the lovely Angela Dorian on the cover (although apparently her real name was Victoria Vetri — I’m sure the nom de playboy fooled the parents — VV appeared in Star Trek no less).
But where was I? Right, perusing Playboy. Now I don’t read Playboy just for the articles, but also for the advertisements. And I came across one that brought up some fun memories. It was for the RCA Victor Record Club. Some featured selections were The Sound of Music, Van Cliburn’s My Favorite Chopin and, of course, The Monkees.
I was never a member of that particular club, but I certainly was a member of the Columbia House Record & Tape Club. Many times. I daresay I may have taken advantage of their generous “introductory” offers. In fact, I have a vague memory of having my mother send them a letter explaining my tender age when they started sending threatening letters. Ah, the glorious results of a misspent youth.